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In my personal experience it has been through my encounters with demons. Im a saved christain but throughout the years the devil and his demons have always tried to bother me. With that being said any time I encountered them when I cried jesus or anything related to jesus they would flee instantly. No matter what evil comes my way God is always greater :)

Thinking back I remember getting 'saved' around age twelve, I was always active in the church and felt convicted to seal the deal more or less. Obviously I've since then changed, quite a lot, but looking back I know I once 100% believed there was a god, I imagine it happened around that time, probably during summer camp. I can't recall any specifics though.

The time in my life when I believed, it was because I saw something miraculous on TV... something about a woman having a dream and finding her daughter's friend's missing vehicle down an embankment off some back road where no one could have seen them and saving the friend. I figured that was statistically impossible, so it validated my belief in the supernatural. That was a long time ago back in high school.

I used to be an atheist, and was comfortable and happy. As time went by, I remained interested in religion, as many atheists are, and gradually read more and more about the background and foundation of Christianity and other faiths.

I slowly began to realise two things:

One: that the Christian story is backed by thousands of documents, histories, accounts and testimonies which are incredibly detailed and accurate.

Two: that in order for that story to be fake, the biggest worldwide conspiracy in human history would have to have falsified, altered or faked all those documents but done so in such a way that they all came out saying the same. And in all that time, no one ever came forward to tell the truth, confessed on their death bed, or even broke under terrible torture and revealed this conspiracy.

The more I looked, the clearer it became: I couldn't find any credible support at all for the claim that the Christian story is fake, mistaken, embellished or falsified. No documents, no stories, not even just personal anecdotes or rumours, not from all the millions of people supposedly involved. And the theories about all those involved believing they were correct but actually being mentally ill have even less support.

So if you're a reasonable person faced with two claims, one which has good but not perfect support, and one of which has zero support, which one do you accept?

Here's what I believe: 2000 years ago in Roman-occupied Judea, something extraordinary happened, something which hasn't happened before or since. A sequence of events unfolded which resulted in the spread of a philosophy and a world view so radical that it changed our world forever. And I believe this not because it is likely, or commonplace, or easy to accept, but because it is the best supported, most consistent explanation of the evidence we have.

So did I. But the claim was never, ever backed by evidence, which is why I didn't accept it. There have been some better efforts of late by guys like Ehrman, but as far as I'm aware mythicism is pretty much a dead art now.

Here's what I believe: 2000 years ago in Roman-occupied Judea, something extraordinary happened, something which hasn't happened before or since. A sequence of events unfolded which resulted in the spread of a philosophy and a world view so radical that it changed our world forever. And I believe this not because it is likely, or commonplace, or easy to accept, but because it is the best supported, most consistent explanation of the evidence we have.

That is such beautifully simple statement of belief. I like :) I have always found that starting at the simplest base is the best way to lay a proper foundation for further growth.

Same here with demons... They were everywhere and I would see them in a lot of bad people and bad choices I was making. But then I...... Nawwww, I'm just fucking with you. But in all seriousness it was the pink unicorns that kept pissing me the fuck off. Tootles!